A soft smile creased pale pink and cream lips as Ampere spoke his name, warm and friendly. His heart soared to hear the answering friendliness in her voice. He feared her lack of companions, and though he knew she was rather hot-headed and vocal about her opinions, Cera did not believe that was a reason for others to avoid someone or hate them. He would stand by her side as her brother and friend, would respect her ideologies as well as he could, and he would not abandon her. She had not left him to the darkness that had nearly claimed his soul, and he would return the favor as much as he could. Even if it was in the simplistic offer to craft something she clearly desired.

As she spoke, Cera kept one ear to her, the other to the approaching mare and foal. A bright smile broke across his face like sunshine splitting through overcast skies to see Megaera - and to hear she was a newly-made mother! Cera danced towards her, happily extending maw to greet his good friend with emerald eyes alight with happiness and quiet congratulations. "She is beautiful," he assured, warmth flowing in his breast freely. Glancing down at the little babe;s body peeking out from her mother's flank, happily nursing. Cera laughed softly and shook his head fondly. "I will have to introduce myself later. I'm sure Ryuu would love to meet her," the paint suddenly realized, eyes bright with the idea. Ryuu needed friends more than anything, and young Mordecai was the perfect candidate. Perhaps it would turn into a blessed kinship, one that would serve both children well.

Bucephalus commented on Ampere's description, and Cera shrugged his shoulders into a looseness appropriate for the task at hand, and he moved towards the pile Ampere had made, opposite the dark stallion. Ilaria moved to work as well, eyeing the bird companion Bucephalus had with interest, chittering at it on occasion to see if she could possibly befriend it as well. Cera rolled his eyes fondly and began pulling at the metal himself, shaping it into a scraggly tree shape. He glanced at Ampere for confirmation as he rolled it into view, catching Bucephalus's eyes before he spoke. "Perhaps we could ring the arena in these? Knee height so nobody could accidentally harm themselves, and instead of straight spikes that could be dangerous should a spar go out of bounds, it's blunt-tipped and has multiple spokes." The Prince could not peer into Ampere's mind and figure out what it was she desired, but he'd do his best for her nonetheless. She deserved it.